A/N: I literally got my fanfiction account yesterday, so I'm really new to this community. This drabble is my first attempt on fanfiction, so I appreciate any constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or plot of Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso (Your Lie in April). As if I could create such a touching anime as this one.
"Promise me that you will never forget me."
Don't act like this is the end, dummy.
"I love you. Thank you for everything."
The room was a massive blur. A single ray of sunlight slipped in from the window. As Arima Kousei reached for his glasses, he remembered the day before. The music competition against the best. He poured out his emotions into the ballade and hoped that it would, somehow, reach Kaori Miyazono.
Hoping that she would live through the surgery. Hoping that she would walk again. Hoping for her to play with him onstage once again as they experience the joy of pulling off an emotional performance.
Together. As fellow musicians.
But that would never happen again. She didn't make it.
It's all my fault. I shouldn't have listened to her. I should have stayed by her side.
She was the one that wanted me to play the piano again. She was the one who lit up my world, brought color to my music, and gave me the capability to play from the bottom of my heart. And yet she left me alone in this world to make music without her.
There are many piano competitions in this world. But there are only a few people who I would give up everything for.
"You're the worst. Indecisive. Gullible. Twit."
I agree. I left you on your own to go through the pain yourself. No matter how many apologies I say, it wouldn't change a thing. Although hurtful, I would give anything to hear you say those words to me again.
Please. Come back to me. I need you.
You brightened up my world. You helped me play the piano again.
Tears filled his eyes. She had the worst personality ever. Rude, violent, and short tempered. There was nothing admirable about that.
But onstage, she was completely different. Her music was full of vibrant colors and deep emotions, and her violin produced beautiful sounds that were constructed merely from her soul. She was pure, stunning, lovely.
She was a true angel of music.
Spring will be here soon. Spring, the season I met Kaori, is coming. A spring without her is coming.
